Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.